Trying To Wade Thru This Thing Called Life

Yesterday I was subjected to some horse porn. Ok, subjected isn’t quite the word I guess. My boss was breeding some horses and it was so loud and I’m so nosey I had to watch. Wait! My boss wasn’t actually breeding them himself. He was just the pimp that set it all up. Anyway, I’m glad I’m not a horse because they get kinda rough!

I learned Friday night that I am quite territorial. I had to work the door at the bar and Robin was sitting by me talking. She heard a girl talking about the good looking cowboy in the black hat standing by the bar. Well, the only cowboy in a black hat standing by the bar happened to be MY cowboy! So, I did what any mature adult would do… I called a bouncer over to work the door for a few minutes and went and stood by him and kissed him. See, I’m not the least bit jealous; I’m just like a two year old and want the others to know what’s mine!

Somewhere along the way I have acquired a wienie addiction. (Minds out of the gutter) I’m talking the full on cow/pig parts and pieces kind of wienies. I love them. Can’t quit eating them. And if they happen to be stuffed with cheese I am totally their bitch!

I printed out my blog for Jeff to read the other day. We laid in bed for a few hours reading it. I wish I would have put a little more into some of them because I have absolutely no clue what the hell I was talking about. He would ask me a question and I would try and think about it for awhile and once or twice I came up with what I was talking about but for the most part I really had no clue.

Ever since I wrote that little bit about my wienie addiction I have been trying to figure out how to get myself to the store to get me a fix. Wienies and oreos…damn that sounds good!

My kids keep randomly walking around the house quoting South Park.

My daughter did a story for one of her classes that started out with her as a baby. I put her in a block of cheese to keep her safe or out of my way or something or another like that.

Jeff told me and Dj the other night that he is going to outlaw the use of the words fuck and bitch in our house. So her and I decided that from now on we will just have to call each other buckin fitches!